I WAS DRIVING MY TRUCK UP THE PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY, ADMIRING THE VIEW OFFERED BY THE OCEAN AND BY THE YOUNG GIRLS OCCASIONALLY DARTING ACROSS THE ROAD IN THEIR COLORFUL BIKINIS.

AT ABOUT NOON, I DECIDED TO PULL OVER FOR SOMETHING TO EAT. I STOPPED AT A GROCERY STORE, I THINK IT'S CALLED THE GENERAL LEE. PICKING-UP A SANDWICH AND A SODA, I NOTICED HER.

SHE WAS YOUNG, BLONDE, TAN AND ABOUT THE SEXIEST LITTLE THING I'VE EVER SEEN. SHE FLASHED A SMILE, AND I COULD SWEAR THAT I HAD TO BLINK FROM THE FLASH OF FLAWLESS PEARL-WHITE TEETH.

IT WAS ODD FOR A GIRL THAT YOUNG, AND THAT PRETTY TO FLIRT WITH ME... SUDDENLY, I WASN'T HUNGRY FOR JUST A SANDWICH ANYMORE, BUT, REALITY SLAPPED MY MIDDLE-AGED FACE, I PAID FOR MY FARE AND WALKED PASSED HER LITHE YOUNG BODY ON MY WAY TO THE TRUCK.

SMILING EVEN MORE, SHE WHISPERED: "HI" AS I WALKED BY. AT LEAST I THOUGHT SHE SAID HI.

I PAUSED, BUT KNOWING IT HAD TO BE MY IMAGINATION, I KEPT GOING. SITTING IN MY TRUCK, I DEVOURED MY ROAST BEEF SANDWICH AND GUZZLED MY SODA. I FLATTERED MYSELF, THINKING THAT BEAUTIFUL GIRL COULD HAVE FLIRTED WITH ME. IT FELT GOOD TO IMAGINE THAT SHE WANTED ME, WANTED TO MAKE LOVE TO ME, GUT AND ALL.

IT WAS EASY TO FANTASIZE ABOUT HER BODY, SHE WAS ALREADY HALF NAKED IN HER YELLOW BIKINI AND HER NIPPLES PUSHED AGAINST THE THIN MATERIAL, CALLING TO ME.

I COULD IMAGINE HER HOT BREATH ON THE BACK OF MY NECK AS I FILLED HER WITH ALL THE PASSION OF TWO YEARS WORTH OF INVOLUNTARY CELIBACY. I WOULD BE LIKE A STARVED MAN AT A BANQUET, A MAD MAN AT PLAY, A LOVER OF UNEXPLAINED AFFECTION; TOUCHING AND LOVING, FEELING AND TASTING MY WAY TO UNIMAGINABLE PLEASURE.

IT WAS A NICE DREAM, WISHFUL THINKING, BUT, IT WAS TIME TO GO. TURNING THE KEY, I START THE ENGINE AND SLOWLY (HOPING I MIGHT SEE HER AGAIN), I DRIVE THROUGH THE GRAVEL LOT TO THE ROAD AND RELUCTANTLY, I PULL OUT ONTO P.C.H. HEADING NORTH. TURNING MY HEAD, I LOOK OUT TOWARD THE ROADWAY AND I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, BUT, ON THE RIGHT, I SEE HER. IT'S THE BLONDE GIRL STANDING ON THE RIGHT SHOULDER OF P.C.H. AND SHE'S SMILING WITH HER THUMB STUCK OUT.

SLAMMING ON THE BRAKES, I HEAR MY TIRES SKID AND SMELL BURNT RUBBER BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER AS THE PASSENGER-DOOR OPENS AND I WATCH HER CLIMB IN TO MY CAB. "I HOPED YOU'D STOP" SHE TELLS ME. WE DRIVE OFF AND SHE SAYS THAT HER NAME IS CRISTINE, AND I TELL HER MY NAME.

"GLAD TA MEET YA CHARLEY" SHE SAYS. I LOOK DOWN AT HER LONG, FIRM, TAN LEGS AND TELL HER THAT IT'S MY PLEASURE. SHE TELLS ME: "YOU NEVER KNOW, IT JUST MIGHT BE"! SHE GIGGLES, AND, DON'T TELL ANYBODY, BUT I THINK I JUST BLUSHED AND FELL DUMB. CRISTINE GIGGLES SOMEMORE! THE RADIO IS JUST PLAYING STATIC AS WE PASS OUT OF THE RANGE OF THE STATION SHE TUNED INTO. DAMNED RAP MUSIC, I HATE THAT STUFF ANYWAY!

I LOOK OVER AT HER LIMP FORM AS SHE SLEEPS. I DON'T WANT TO BOTHER HER, SHE LOOKS LIKE AN ANGEL. AN ANGEL FROM AN X RATED FILM THAT IS. FUNNY, SHE NEVER SAID WHERE SHE'S GOING TO.

I WONDER WHAT HER STORY IS. THONG SANDALS AND A BIKINI, THAT'S ALL SHE WEARS AS I WATCH HER SLUMBER. I CAN'T HELP IT AS MY EYES CARESS HER WARM FLESH, I SIGH AT THE SIGHT OF HER MOVING CHEST WHILE SHE BREATHES. CRISTINE'S NECK, BREAST, WAIST, NAVEL, HIPS, AND THIGHS CALL TO ME.

I ACHE OUT OF THE NEED TO REACH OUT AND TOUCH HER, I'M OBSESSED WITH THE THOUGHT OF PULLING OVER IN THE MALIBU COUNTRYSIDE AND HAVING UNADULTERATED SEX WITH THIS WOMANLY GODDESS I'VE JUST MET!

OPENING HER SLIGHTLY POUTING MOUTH, SHE SILENTLY CALLS TO ME EVEN MORE AS I WATCH HER HEAVENLY FACE. I WONDER WHAT SHE'S DREAMING OF, I WONDER IF JUST MAYBE SHE WANTS WHAT I WANT. I REACH OVER VERY GENTLY, NOT WANTING TO MOLEST HER, AND I EVER SO GENTLY CHANGE THE STATION ON THE RADIO.

THE IRONY OF MY SITUATION IS PUNCTUATED BY THE SONGS I CAN GET, ONE SONG TALKS ABOUT NOT MEANING TO TURN YOU ON, I CHANGE TO ANOTHER STATION WHERE THEY ASK THE MUSICAL QUESTION IF ANYBODY FALLS IN LOVE ANYMORE...I GLANCE AT CRISTINE AND I THINK THAT MAYBE I AM FALLING IN LOVE, I DOUBT IT'S A TWO-WAY STREET ANYMORE, BUT IT'S NICE TO THINK THAT MAYBE I STILL CAN FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT SOMEBODY! I SMILE, AND REACHING BEHIND THE SEAT, I PULL OUT AN OLD BLANKET. SOMEHOW, I CONTROL MYSELF ENOUGH THAT MY HANDS DON'T TOUCH HER AS I COVER HER BODY. I SMILE AS I DRIVE ON.

COMING-UP ON OXNARD, I HAVE TO REACH OVER AND NUDGE HER. GOD, EVEN HER ARM FEELS GOOD. GROGGILY, CRISTINE ASKS ME: "WHA... WHERE ARE WE?" "OXNARD" I TELL HER AS SHE RUBS HER EYES AND LOOKS OUT THE WINDOWS. I'D ASK HER WHERE SHE'S GOING, BUT I'M ALMOST AFRAID THAT'LL MEAN THE END OF OUR TRIP. I DON'T WANT TO ASK AND TAKE THE CHANCE SHE'LL SAY SOMETHING LIKE OH, THIS IS FAR ENOUGH. EVEN THOUGH FAR ENOUGH MIGHT BE JUST AROUND THE CORNER. EVEN THOUGH NUDGING HER AWAKE MIGHT BE THE CLOSEST I COME TO CRISTINE. BESIDES MY FANTASIES, THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT CRISTINE THAT I THINK I NEED. GOD, THIS MUST SOUND DUMB, I'M NOT A KID ANYMORE AFTER ALL!

THERE'S A LOST LOOK IN HER EYES, A VULNERABLE QUALITY THAT MAKES ME FEEL PROTECTIVE OVER HER. IT'S NOT JUST SEX, I FIND MYSELF THINKING ABOUT A HOME LIFE, EVEN A FAMILY AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW HER! I'M THINKING ABOUT FOREVER...SHE TURNS IN MY DIRECTION, LOOKING DOWN AT THE SEAT. FIDGETY, SHE SAYS: "I, I... WELL, I DON'T HAVE ANY PLACE TO STAY AND..." CRISTINE STARTS TO CRY AND THROWS HER HEAD ON MY SHOULDER. I BRING MY ARM UP AROUND HER, BUT, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS, AND I THINK IT WOULD SOUND REALLY CRUDE IF I JUST COME OUT AND SAY THAT SHE CAN STAY WITH ME. BUT, SHE CAN. IF SHE WANTS, SHE HAS JUST FOUND A HOME. LIFTING HER FACE, SHE KISSES ME ON MY NECK AND I TREMBLE WITH MY DESIRES FOR HER. WE PULL OFF THE ROADWAY AND INTO A MOTEL.

I'M SO AFRAID THAT I'LL BLOW THINGS, SAY THE WRONG THING, OR EVEN ASSUME SOMETHING I SHOULDN'T. I DON'T WANT TO USE HER, I JUST WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO CRISTINE AND BE WITH HER. IT'S A TYPICAL ROADSIDE MOTEL. NOT MUCH TO DESCRIBE REALLY. CRISTINE IS IN THE BATHROOM, IT SOUNDS LIKE SHE'S TAKING A SHOWER. WE'RE IN A MOTEL, ONLY ONE BED, SHE DIDN'T OBJECT, BUT, I'M UNEASY ABOUT GETTING UNDRESSED. SO, FULLY CLOTHED, I TURN ON THE TELEVISION. I'M WATCHING AN OLD RE-RUN OF A SERIES I WATCHED WHEN I WAS A KID. THE BATHROOM DOOR OPENS, AND OUT SHE STEPS.

HER BODY IS INCREDBLE AND ALL I CAN DO IS LOOK WITH AN OPEN MOUTH. I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING SO BEAUTIFUL IN ALL MY LIFE. MY EYES SCAN HER BLUSHING NAKED FLESH, SLIDING DOWN HER PERFECT FORM. HER HAIR GLISTENS IN THE YELLOWISH LIGHT FROM AN OLD CRACKED LAMP ON THE NIGHT-STAND. SHE WEARS A CROOKED LITTLE SMILE THAT SEEMS TO COVER HER HIDDEN SHYNESS AND DISGUISED INNOCENCE. THE NIPPLES ON HER FLESHY, MELON SHAPED BREASTS POINT TOWARDS THE HEAVENS THAT SURELY SENT THIS GIFT TO ME. HER WAIST IS TINY AND SEEMS A SIGN OF HER FRAILTY, BRINGING ME TO HER INVITING HIPS WHICH CALL ME TO HER HOUR-GLASS FIGURE.

THE MOUND OF HER BROWN PUBIC HAIR HAS BEEN SHAVED BACK SO SHE COULD WEAR THE SKIMPIEST OF BIKINIS...I CAN FEEL MYSELF BEING DRAWN TO THE TRIANGULAR SHAPE AS I REACH OUT. CRISTINE SLOWLY WALKS TOWARDS ME, MY HAND TOUCHES HER RIGHT THIGH. I GRAB HER OTHER THIGH AND GENTLY PULL HER TO ME. SLIDING TO HER KNEES, THE GIRL SLIDES HER HANDS UP MY LEGS, RUBBING MY THIGHS THROUGH MY CLOTHES, I SHIVER AND SHE SMILES, HER HANDS MOVING TOWARDS MY BELT BUCKLE. SHE GASPS AS MY MANHOOD BREAKS INTO THE OPEN BEFORE HER TENDER YOUNG FACE. I WATCH HER FULL LIPS ENCOMPASS ME, AS MY THROBBING MEMBER DISAPPEARS INTO HER HUNGRY MOUTH. SHE MOVES SLIGHTLY, LICKING AND SUCKING ON MY POUCH OF JEWELS, LICKING THE SKIN UNDER MY POUCH. JUST WHEN I THINK I'LL NEVER FEEL THIS GOOD AGAIN IN MY LIFE, SHE CRAWLS UP ON THE BED, RIPS OFF MY SHIRT AND LICKS MY NIPPLES. HER SWEET SMELLING HAIR BRUSHES AGAINST MY FACE AS SHE GENTLY BITES HER WAY UP MY CHEST. OUCH, I BLURT OUT AS HER SHARP TEETH BITE ME JUST A LITTLE HARDER NOW. SHE PURRS LIKE A KITTEN, AND I WHISPER: "IT'S OKAY,"

ADJUSTING OUR BODIES SO SHE LAYS UNDER ME. I PAUSE AT HER BEAUTY, I HESITATE ENTERING HER YOUNG BODY. REACHING DOWN, MY HAND TOUCHES QUIVERING AND WET ORIFICE. I ADJUST MYSELF AND SLOWLY, I PENETRATE UNTIL WE ARE UNITED AS ONE. HER CANAL IS SMOOTH, WET AND VERY HOT. I SLOW MY STROKES, HOPING TO PLEASURE HER BEFORE I SURELY EXPLODE IN ECSTASY. FASTER, SHE URGES... HARDER SHE DEMANDS. IN SHEER ABANDON, I PUMP AS SHE GRINDS UNTIL HER BODY TREMBLES AND WE BOTH COLLAPSE IN AN EXPLOSIVE BURST OF BLINDING SATISFACTION. DURING THE NIGHT, THAT NIGHT...WE AWAKEN THREE OR FOUR TIMES AND ENJOY EACH-OTHER AGAIN AND AGAIN. CRISTINE WAS YOUNGER, SEVERAL YEARS YOUNGER, BUT SHE SHOWED ME THE WAY TO SO MUCH PLEASURE THAT NIGHT. SHE WAS VERY ORAL, AND KISSED, LICKED AND SUCKED MY ANAL. ORIFICE UNTIL I TREMBLED, BRINGING ME BACK TO LIFE WHEN I THOUGHT I HAD BEEN EXHAUSTED AND DEAD FOR THE NIGHT. I NEVER EXPERIENCED THAT BEFORE! I NEVER EXPERIENCED THAT KIND OF PLEASURE.

RAP, RAP, RAP...I HEARD AT THE DOOR. NOT YET NOTICING THAT I WAS ALONE. IT WAS THE MAID: "I MAKE THE BED NOW" SHE SAID IN BROKEN ENGLISH: "CHECK-OUT WAS HALF HOUR AGO"!

I LOOKED AT MY WATCH AND SHE WAS RIGHT, IT WAS ALREADY ONE O'CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON. "YEAH, JUST A MINUTE" I ANSWER THE MAID, IT WAS THEN THAT I NOTICED CRISTINE WAS GONE. I COCKED MY HEAD, HOPING TO SEE HER IN THE MILDEWY BATHROOM, BUT SHE JUST WASN'T THERE. I WAS ALONE AGAIN. DEPRESSED, I TURNED TO THE DOOR. I CALLED OUT TO THE MAID: COULD "I HAVE A FEW MINUTES TO SHOWER?" "CHECK-OUT WAS HALF HOUR AGO" SHE REPEATED. I DIDN'T GIVE MUCH OF A DAMN AS I SAUNTERED TO THE SHOWER. I COULD STILL SMELL HER ON ME AS I TURNED ON THE WATER. I WATCHED AS THE WATER BEGAN TO STEAM A LITTLE, REMEMBERING LAST NIGHT AND SMILING JUST A LITTLE.

IT FELT GOOD AS THE HOT WATER RINSED OVER MY TIRED AND SORE BODY. AFTER I DRESSED, AS I WALKED TOWARD THE OFFICE TO DROP OFF THE KEY, A FILIPPINA MAID GIVING ME A DIRTY LOOK. I JUST SHAKE MY HEAD, DROP OFF THE KEY AND WALK TO MY TRUCK. "SHIT" I WHISPERED WHEN I SAW A TICKET ON MY WINDSHIELD. THEN, I THOUGHT: "WHO IN THE HELL EVER HEARD OF GETTING A TICKET IN A PARKING LOT?

IT WAS A PIECE OF PAPER THOUGH, AN AD? NO, IT WAS LIKE A... IT WAS A NOTE. MY HEART SKIPPED A BEAT! IT WAS FROM CRISTINE! BUT, AS I READ ON, MY HEART NEARLY STOPPED! SHE WROTE THAT SHE ENJOYED THE NIGHT AND HOPED THAT I DID AS WELL. SHE WROTE THAT SHE WAS SORRY, VERY SORRY AND THAT IF SHE HAD ANY DECENCY LEFT IN HER AT ALL, SHE WOULD TELL ME IN PERSON. BUT, SHE CONTINUED, IF THERE WAS ANYTHING DECENT ABOUT HER, SHE WOULDN'T HAVE DONE WHAT SHE DID ANYWAY. "YOU SEE" SHE WROTE: "I, I HAVE BEEN TESTED H.I.V. POSITIVE. I HAVE AIDS; SHE CLOSED. I CRUSHED THE PAPER IN MY FIST, I WANTED TO KILL HER, I WANTED TO CRY. HOW COULD SHE, HOW COULD ANYONE DO THIS; I THOUGHT AS MY MIND TRIED TO ASSURE ME THAT THIS DIDN'T HAPPEN, OR THAT IT WAS A SICK JOKE. THEN, I BEGAN TESTING. THAT WAS FOUR YEARS AGO, A LIFETIME AGO.

I DON'T WANT TO KILL HER ANYMORE, I'M STILL H.I.V. NEGATIVE AND I DON'T KNOW IF SHE TOLD THE TRUTH IN HER NOTE. I DON'T WANT TOO MUCH OF ANYTHING ANYMORE, NOT TOO MUCH EXCEPT THAT THE RESULTS KEEP COMING BACK NEGATIVE. I DON'T DATE AND LIVE AN ASEXUAL LIFE. I REGRET PICKING-UP THAT HITCH-HIKER AND THE ONE QUESTION THAT HAUNTS ME IS: "WHY CRISTINE, WHY"?

Created: October 29, 1999r.
Last Updated: May 23, 2005r.